I forget,
so I can forgive,
but sometimes I remember.
so I can forgive,
but sometimes I remember.
I remember being younger when the playground was in bloom,
You told me that I had a choice to use just one; But whom?
The slide was overcrowded and I could never get a ride,
May this envy be contagious?
These naughts of mine that always rise come as dreams in cages?
I might recon that is so,
Yesterday as I sat down it started then to snow.
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
The left could sin me,
Right could win me,
Front or back could block.
I could become a famous tool,
Or infamously triumph,
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